How uncertain we can sometimes feel in the face of force. The moments of greatest uncertainty seem to fall in the two stanzas in italics. A quiet delivery, thought a separate storm rumbles under the surface. Deeply chilling.

You know I love poems about inward journeys, and this one is sublime. I love the two storms mirroring each other, the voice within and the voice without. The blood red of the cardinal a hot beating heart inside a world of ice. The poem is beautiful, one of my favorites, in fact I think I can say right now that it is my favorite of yours. The photo is exquisite by the way, good work on silent camera stalking. Merry Christmas to you Jason.